St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-03-20

low, and issued her invitations to seven of
the prettiest girls in town, The young man
says he never had such a good time before
in his life and he never did know 1t was so
awfuliy Jolly to be- lion. Now the other
fellows of his set are begging their mani
mas to make lions of them, and doubtless
it will become quite common for pretty So
ciety girls TO receive invitations from stately
danes requesting them to come to lunch and
make 1t pleasant for the household pet,
Speaking of the doings of the dudes, it is in
order, though perhaps little bit ungener-
Gus, to publish to what heights OF eloquence
the Chicago dude rises when he grows senti-
mental. He had been particularly devoted
to a dashng little brunette the whole even
ing. His feeling were so apparent that the
girl said she did not dare be half as sweet
as she could be for fear he would go down
on his knees to her, right then and there.
AS the party was breaking up he sought her
and with killing glances lsped:
"Do you like TO ride with Brown"
"Oh yes indeed; like nothing better un-
less IL is" u look finished 1t.
IN A PERFECT ECSTASY.
swell, NTH Brown, I'm going thraight
home to tell my horse what a dear little
thweetheart have found and athk him II he
dOesn t want to take her out driving thome
day, tho that he can learn to love her, tool
That's real nice for the horse" replied the
grill, but what on earth are you going TO
tell the dog?'
We were standing in clique of four or
five at a Press club reception the other
night when our attention was called to a
man who bore himself with decidedly dis
tingue air. Everybody asked ybody
else who he was. and nobody knew. A
man in the crowd said to one of the girls:
1--WE ought to have Mrs. Ned Hunter here,
bad we not, Miss smith,
'tWhy, could she find out who he Is for us?''
asked the young lady innocently, II never
met her, myself; guess she is not in my set,
is she?
"Go to the Dickens and learn" advised the
man. And the girl thought he was swearing.
AN ITALIAN JOURNALIST.
Our istinguished-looking gentleman
proved to be an Italian journalist, TO whose
lot / fell when supper was announced. Be-
fore so much as commenting on the
weather, the senior eagerly in
CURED if l spoke his language,
and the way his face fell when told him
did not indicated that each would say what
he would and understand what he could.
His first effort to be entertaining was to ask
me how liked the music of the mandoline
that was sounding in our ears. That was
was spoke. l thought he asked me how 1
would like to live somewhere, and. suppos-
ing he referred to his native place, with a
fixed determination to be sympathetic and
agreeable clasped nv hands in ecstasy
and said rapturously:
''Oh l know 1 would love to live there.
Mandolinello-ze mandolinello, he repeated,
''Ye S, ! know REPLIED. III a beautiful
place. is it not?''
Finally, by some secret working of soul
on SOUL he made me understand him, and
/ appreciated as never before what the
| American Indian suffered in being dis
covered by Columbus. There are Is. 900
Ita lianS in Chicago, the Senior told Inc,
mostly ignorant labOring men, though the
Italian newspaper which he edits here has
a circulation of 5000. | do not know
whether he has learned to compute news
papers circulation by the American method
or not. His paper is about the size of an
ordinary
SUNDAY SCHOOL PAPER,
and one-quarter of the space devoted to
I news in the copy l saw, was occupied by a
review OF Verdi's new opera. The senOr's
eyes bulged and everything about him be-
tokened amaZement when he spoke of the
size of our great dailies. There are seven
| teen dailies published in Florence, forty
dailies published in Rome, and all of the
Roman sheets, put in one paper would
| scarcely make Sunday Times (Chicago),
| he thought. l asked HIM why some enter
prising person. does not establish modern
improved journal over there. He said it
had been tried by Americans time
and time again, with the invariable
result - failure. His reason, rendered
in English, is that Italians are too lazy to
take so much new in one pellet. He quite
| spoiled my ideal conception of Italian
women by telling me that they are destroy
| ing their poetic natures by developing their
minds. They have made the wretched dis
covery that they have rights which they
are bound to respect, if nobody else does,
and instead of falling in love and dying in
converts, after the ancient approved style.
they are growing opinions and fighting
with men. They are writing sweet spring
poetry" doing newspaper work. and in
many other ways showing themselves will
ing to be victimized by reform, as have
been their American sisters. FLORA.